10,000 Miles - Cam'Ron

Lookin' up out my Benz

Killa Cam nah nah nah

Killa Cam nah nah nah

I need to say sorry, y’all already knew it

But my pride won’t let me do it though

Heard that, it’s pride, won’t let me do it though

Best girl in the world, I might’ve blew it

Like the small condom, I’ll get through it though

I’ll get through it though

Heard that, we can do it though

I cheated, another one in the books for me

She clean, roll weed, and cook for me

Ain’t hear from the kids, she would look for me

Now she so mad that she won’t even look at me

Damn iPhones and cameras, nights in Atlanta

Tried to bring you gifts, she said, «You ain’t Santa»

I’m just showin' manners, she reachin' for the hammer

She ain’t got ears, they replaced with antennas

Hard to believe I messed trust up

No good or bad, just tough luck

I looked her in the eyes like, «I fucked up»

Gripped up, my life had to monetize

Made mistakes, I apologize

Dinner, movie, a date, you know, maybe that

Some dudes relate, I want my baby back

I tell you a million times, I’m sorry

Wild life right here, no safari

I’m dressed up, I 'fess up

I messed up bad…

Later on that night, I bought a kilo

To sell it or sniff it, man I don’t know

'Cause I got pulled over by po-po

Oh no-o-o-o-o-o

Day-to-day life dealin' with reality

Lawyer got me off on a technicality

All I think about, we was Mickey and Mallory

Nothin' left but increase my salary

Uh, now money is the focus

Hustlin' president, POTUS

Anything else right now is bogus

Real estate opened up, I gave notice

Murder was the case, Calvin Broadus

Blue magic though, hokus pokus

They forgot that my dope’s the dopest

Made a mil' in one week, yeah it’s poppin'

Retail therapy, out shoppin'

Pulled off the lot, top droppin'

No legs on the car, but it’s boppin'

Speakers in the door, so it’s knockin'

I got all the keys, so I’m locked in

Felt above the law, Johnny Cochran

And I’m off the rebound, Rodman

Woo!

Let’s get this money, baby

Let’s get this money, baby

Ain’t nothin' funny, baby

La-la-la-la-la

Later on that night, I laid in my bed

Them birds was chirpin', so I’m countin' up bread

But I can’t get her up out my head

Oh man… damn

(Later on that night, I laid in my bed

Them birds was chirpin', so I’m countin' up bread

But I can’t get her up out my head

Oh man… damn)